A Fox's First
10 minute writing exercise to try to get inspiration, as well as figure out posting things here. No future plans with it, but we'll see.
His anxiety was showing in every little thing he did. Squirming, trembling, modestly trying to keep himself covered, all of it just serving to please his master more. The little fox on his eighteenth birthday, but dreading it deeply.
He had been sold into slavery from a very young age, so young that he didn't remember anything before. He had caught the eye of his master from the start. Despite being a fox, his body was mostly black. Red highlighted his girlish hair and a strip of fur from his muzzle, down his chest, down his belly, with a little arrow pointing at his crotch. An unfortunate design that would draw the attention of anyone, despite his age. Rori, who's name was also given by his master, had been saved though. The man had made it clear that he was not to be touched until he was good and ripe, even by the fox himself.
Now, having grown into an attractive young man, he was going to be taken. His trim, slender body was fit but lacking muscles. His frame was boyish, but his features were soft, befitting a fox. All he had on to cover himself was an elaborately decorated piece of cloth that he tied at the side, making a short skirt to hang off his hips. It was his only clothing and his only possession. He also had a cruel little cage that kept him from getting hard, or trying to pleasure himself, but he would disagree that it kept his modesty like the skirt did.
Despite fidgeting so impatiently on the bed, he had mixed feelings about what was going to happen. Throughout his life he had been interested in women, wanting the other, female slaves. Often they would just tease him though. The male slaves always teased him as well, but he had never once lusted after them. At the same time his master, who was male, was definitely his love. Any time he went to bed hearing his master fucking someone, not the least bit quiet about it, he felt jealous and upset. Any time his master called for him, he would happily come and sit on his lap, despite the teasing he endured. It was his job anyways!
Despite his love for his master and doing his job though, he was also quite afraid sometimes. His master could be both loving and cruel. He had seen food slaves treated so nice, been friendly with them as encouraged, only to have to eat them the next day. It could be very hard on him sometimes, which only got teasing from his master. Of course the stronger man treated it like everyone else, simply eating dinner. It didn't seem to bother anyone else to see a smiling, chipper rabbit one day, then casually eat him the next. He was more distressed over it than some of the meals had been.
As he was biting his claws thinking about it, his master appeared in the doorway. The man much more bestial in appearance than the twinkish fox, standing much bigger as well. A large, black wolf, somewhat less in shape for being a wealthy slave owner and politician for over a decade, but still quite strong looking. His features strongly resembled a wolf made into a man. Each step he took was heavy, even though he maintained his usual casual and playful demeanor. His masculine scent, unlike the flowery perfume Ruri bathed in, filling the fox's nose as soon as he had entered the room. As usual the wolf had no qualms about being butt naked, showing his very impressive arousal off.
The fox was picked up bridal style in one sweeping move, causing a little yip to escape his muzzle. His eyes wide until his master looked into them, then Rori quickly turned his head away shyly.
"Nervous?" The large wolf asked with a deep chuckle.
Rori nodded quickly in amazement. Even obvious facts always seemed so much more knowledgeable coming from his master. After all, who else could appreciate how twisted up his stomach felt, or how conflicted he felt.
"My stomach is in knots," he said quietly as he watched the hall passing by, enjoying the strong man's grip.
"Not yet," the wolf teased affectionately.
Even such a simple joke sent the fox into a deep blush, squirming even more in his master's grip as he was carried to the bedroom.